So, I start this new blog, back in September..... I don't progress.
I revisit it in December, it goes no further.
I finally sit down and decide that I am now going to do it, and pour a side of me that I don't normally let out in public. I write this post late last night about my dad and nephew. A really big excuse for not blogging. But, to who? I had no readers. Key word there is HAD.
Today I send it to my cousin for approval, since she is the shiznit of blogging. In that e-mail, I wrote:
June, Don't pass it on yet. But here is a look at my blog that I started back in September. I have to do some fancy stuff to make it look good. I just came up with the name last night and switched the old blog to my new address. What do you think. I had to say something about dad, for me. But I tried to keep it quick.
See right after "June" where it says "Don't pass it on yet"? Holy Crap! She wrote a blog about it! I feel like I just emerged out of the shell and she came over and kicked my ass out of the nest.
She said I had nothing to worry about. "It's fine. Just write you Pansie." What that means is... She got an e-mail with a link from me. She doesn't have time to read the body of an e-mail about a funny video or whatever. So she clicks it, got excited, told all.
I freaked out.
I feel like I just got a liquor license for a bar and she told everybody we are having an opening party tonight!
I feel like when your on a first date and the other person starts talking about future plans and weddings and meeting their parents.
I feel like the first time you get on the "super big, rip your face off" roller coaster and it starts to roll out of the station. And your afraid of heights.
I feel like the first time you flew and the planes engines went full throttle on the take off.
I felt... scared.
But, now I'm over it. June called me. Gave me a pep talk. I feel fine.
Sorry the place looks a little drab. I haven't had a chance to fix it up yet. I was not expecting guests.
Thanks for coming. Hope to see you again.